thoughts from the inside 28: seasons
I wrote the following words some time ago. I let time pass, as it flows, for everyone, always. Now, immersed in a work break amidst the greenery and the Irish weather, I feel the time has come to share it, as his family authorized me some time ago. I dedicate it to B., to his memory, to his loved ones, and to anyone who wishes to read it. ... ”Traveler, your footprints are the only road, nothing else. Traveler, there is no road; you make your own path as you walk.” (Machado) ... We continually inhabit what happens in our life. Time passes, in different forms and durations for each of us. Events are no more than seasons of life, words, speeches, affirmations, questions. Then life responds, disrupting the old words, the usual speeches, the usual affirmations and questions, and posing new ones. I met B. a few years ago, the first time on one of those early Savoy spring days that are already almost summer. B. was a mature man who has worked all his life. Literally. He was a gentle, kind, ...
